Black girl with super-dark skin, that just makes me cry.
Black girl with long curly hair littered with light.
Black girl with lips like slices of wet wings, lips thin as happiness.
Black girl with hazelnut eyes with a grey bent.
Black girl that knows how to make me so happy in the cold, with her closet-full of words that can make a ****** think of warm weather.
Together we meet in the woods, at the cabin front-steps taking turns twirling each other's cheeks, touching each other's lips and I just want you to know that there are no dreary days ahead, even when it is cold and we have to hold each other to hold everything inside.
Because we might just burst; explode in a thousand limbs climbing like spiders.